Yep, another week and grand news, the script for the first show is complete, with the second show’s script coming along quite nicely as it goes, which is a first for me as I rarely have enough energy to lift a finger, let alone repeat the forbidden practise long enough to complete words in a sentence. Recording has commenced with a nice little twist for the end of episode 1, but there is lots of editing to do before you hear the final product.

Never mind, as far as I can tell, there have been literally people wondering what’s been going on since the last update on the 12th September, and it’s not often now that gaps are left for such a long time.

Well for a starters in traditional blogging fashion, I will bore you all to death about the last weekend. It was fun packed and is the more important news affecting us all of course, after all it’s the personal nitty gritty which keeps people sane, and glued to all those “various-gods-so-as-not-offend-any-particular-religious-group” awful soap operas. Which, so long as I live, will continue to be a source of cheap comedy material and puzzlement.

The weekend of course brought around Natalie’s birthday, in which in a bizarre twist, she wanted to celebrate. Well I never, what will the neighbours say? Well if they are anything like my next door neighbours over the past three years, they will move in for 3 minutes then leave without paying the rent, so in fact I imagine that not much would be said.

We started off late (due to me mainly, I really will welcome suggestions for improving my time keeping) and headed off to Chester of all places, to wander around some places which sell art of various landscapes people and famous places. Being honest I had never considered Chester to go for such things, but then again, it’s now rare I consider Chester for anything.

Natalie of course, had and had a list of places to see. I had no idea how many gallieries there actually are and once you enter the inside, you can only be gasping at how much people can ask for what is considered “Modern Art”, where even the humble s**t-stain can be considered something wonderful to hang in your front room. Perhaps there is more to this art than meets the eye?

The naked form is also something which seems to be something to admire more often than not, with the various galleries showcasing the ladies in various poses and differing amounts of clothing. It sort of strikes you that this is the more sophisticated version of pornography, most certainly the more expensive, with sticky page syndrome that most magazines suffer not really applicable. Basically to walk around such a place with not even smirking takes considerable will power.

I refuse to believe that it’s so childish to smile at and that you must be grown up to appreciate such an art form. You can appreciate it at any age, there’s just no harm in having a cheap laugh at its expense.

One such gallery should be appladed simply for having a cow dressed as a Tudor, complete with smile. Now that’s classy.

Cheshire Oaks supplied the evening’s fun and tomfoolery where we enjoyed a very nice course of naughty at Chiquitas or Chiqutos, whatever it’s called. The place was packed out as you would expect on a Saturday Night, but it was rather disturbing to see how many couples there were. A vomit bag can be found under your table in case the scenery gets to you.

On a sidetrack we’ve not really had a lot of Mexican food, and what they do offer there on the menu is very nice. There were numours wraps (world famous, though I hadn’t heard of it) pasta thingys and other various themed stuff designed to make you slobber all the place like a rabid dog.

If you get chance, please give it a go and you may be surprised. Although if the food is too hot for you, that can be quelled with the traditional remedy for life depressing situations: the cup of tea. Yes, I am a freak, go figure.

And the evening finished with a viewing of Charlie Wilson’s War, at the beginning, Tom Hanks is being applauded for seemingly just standing there, before going back to the 80’s in which Tom Hanks is a senator with an appreciation of the womanly form and various forms of booze, is told by Julia Roberts, a high class woman with money that comes from nowhere to come to her house to watch a film.

They meet up and do the naughty, and during the aftermath she politly tells him to visit Pakistan and the prime minster, where he sees people in camps gets annoyed and then flys back. Julia then goes on to make sure that Tom sets about stopping the Russian Sillys by being defeated by the Afghanistannies in a bloody yet highly entertaining gorilla war, to change the course of the “Chilled, don’t rush to bring it to a boil lest you spoil the broth” War back in the eighties.

To do all this, they talk to an extremely funny CIA man who likes telling bosses to go f**k themselves and bugging things, which in turn takes the shape of going round the world, seeing refugees again, feeling bad then getting stupendous amounts of money as a result and then getting everyone in the Middle east to play nice while looking like they still hate each other and want to remove each other’s digestive systems using a toaster and a pair of cooking tongs.

The film, despite the silliness, was very very funny in places, and frankly you wonder how this man played by Tom Hanks got into office considering what he did in his off hours. I must say for the record. I wish I worked in an office filled with gorgeous women. Look, just having the odd couple around where I currently work is not enough. They all must be women with brains and bodies that just make a man cry and aroused at the same time. That is all.

Because it’s based on real events as the film painstakingly points out at the beginning, though for some of it, I really do have to wonder, all you have to do is read the history books in order to find out what happens, so go and look on Wikipedia, the factual website where everything is the truth. And yes I did invent the grilling machine, not George Foreman.

But after seeing the film, it gives you the ominous message that the film makers want you to take away to think about, considering the high-jinks that is going on right now and they want to appear like they care. Very true but there was another message to take away too.

All I thought about: What a waste of money and life. Mind you, the whole Cold War thing didn’t really have a point and somehow neither does the dillydallying happening today. It’s all pointless.

Enough Blah, all in all it was a jolly good day, and Natalie certainly enjoyed it.

Frankly after that, the only things I have been getting bogged down with are work, being late for work, and lots of writing and recording. Being perfectly honest you really have now caught up to what I have been doing. As said a long time ago on these very web pages, January in terms of the social life, is like buses. Nothing for a while then three come along at once.

And now for the travel on the roads where you are….